Forever is comprised of nows.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.